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Warm, thick red blood dripped down your chin as your top incisors bit through your bottom lip, the flesh turning rosy and swollen. Your chin twitched and you threw your head back, screaming in silent agony.

A soft voice shushed you from behind, its owner prying your teeth from your lip and creating a barrier between them with two of his fingers. You felt the delicacy in his touch, and your eyes watered as he tried to soothe you like a child.

A gravelly bark rumbled through the air, and you shuddered in response. Your eyes tightened, your teeth closing around his fingers. Your shoulders shook. You were sure you were hurting him, but he said nothing. Just rubbed his other hand down your hair, continuing to comfort you.

These wanderers were particularly animalistic, and you weren’t equipped to deal with them.

“Ten more minutes, my love,” he murmured into your ear. “Let them fall asleep. Then I’ll get us out of here.” You nodded weakly, squeezing your eyes shut.

His collarbone served as a firm pillow for your aching head. What looked like viscous berry juice dribbled from the gash on your cheek down his clavicle and melted into his white shirt. You cuddled into him, whimpering as he shushed you quietly.

“I know, my love. I know.”

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You gritted your teeth, yanking the needle through your skin and inserting it again. You were too much of a wimp for this. The view of the salmon pink gash on your calf being pulled shut by your own hand was nauseating.

But you had to keep going, before it started bleeding again. Your fingers moved swiftly, navigating the needle through flesh like an oar through water. You wiped your tears awkwardly with your jacket so they wouldn't drip onto the wound as you stitched it.

You wished you had your cauterizing tool.

You sniffled and scrubbed your eyes aggressively with the back of your hand. Shit, you were pathetic for a hunter. But it didn't matter. The hard part hadn't even begun.

How were you going to keep this from Rafayel? That bitch was so perceptive. And you had to protect him, with an injured leg.

A fist pounded against the door. "Hey! Hurry up!"

Speak of the devil.

Rafayel's voice rang out from outside the bathroom. "You constipated or something?"

"No, stupid," you yelled back. You shoved the medical kit in your drawer and and put the gauze in your backpack in case you neededto swap it out.

The moment you opened the door, you saw his face twisted into an irritated expression.

"You're so slooow," he whined. "What if I get attacked while you're crapping? Who's gonna defend me?"

"You're perfectly capable of defending yourself."

"Yeah, but I'm paying you to do it for me."

You mocked him, repeating his words in an annoying tone, after which he proceeded to kick you in the shin. You grabbed his arm and walked him out to the pier.

It was a cool day. The clouds looked like fuzzy, grey dust bunnies floating in the sky. Rafayel wasn't mad about it, though.

"It's really nice out. We should dip our toes in the water," he commented.

"You're right." You took off your shoes and waded in, letting the sea wash over your toes.

Rafayel waded in all the way up to his knees and beckoned you over.

"I'm wearing jeans," you pointed out.

"Roll 'em up," he countered. You sighed and rolled each side up one cuff length, walking in till your ankles were submerged.

"Happy?" you asked.

"No, that's barely- you know what, let me do it." And before you could stop him, he leaned over and used his long ass arms to yank your pant leg up, reopening the wound with the thick, scratchy denim. You yelped and pulled your leg away as he looked at you, flummoxed.

"What the hell is that?" He asked.

"Don't worry about it," you said through gritted teeth, brushing the spots of blood off your messy stitches.

" 'Don't worry' my ass. Those stitches are ugly. Did you do them yourself? What happened?" He sounded uncharacteristically concerned.

"I had a situation," you mumbled.

He sighed. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"It's my job to protect you."

"I'm not talking about your job. I'm talking about the fact that you never let anyone in." He looked solemn. "We're friends. You can come to me when you need help. When, not if. Because everyone needs help sometimes. Even deepspace hunters."

You looked down, embarassed.

He grabbed your chin. "Hey."

"Hmm?"

"I'm here for you."

[twistyfish]

𝙎𝙖𝙡(𝙞)𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

requested by @lilacmingi ♥

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You patted a stray hair off your lilac skirt, the velvet plush beneath your shaking fingers. You pulled at a tight coil of your hair, twisting and releasing it from your updo. An unexpected weakness had befallen you. Goosebumps littered your chest, the deep neckline normally thrilling but unwelcome today as you shook with chills.

It was an unfortunate time to fall ill, as you were attending a ball of great grandeur. The domed ceiling of the palace was ivory, etched with intricate depictions of gothic scenery. Angels clashed spears with the fangs of great beasts, serpents and hounds alike coming to wage battle on the figureheads of Heaven. Marble pillars held up the artwork in a star pattern, and moonlight filtered in through the multicolored windows. You felt rather small in comparison to the rich, dizzying landscape.

You sat in a corner with your head against the wall, still overwhelmed. You had managed to sneak out into a narrower hall, seeking a smaller space, though this smaller space was still large enough to house a baby giant.

"My dear, you seem lost." A short man in a lacy top and slick raven hair walked up to you from around the corner. Your eyes widened, and you scrambled to get up. Your blood pressure dropped as you stood, and you leaned against the wall.

The man chuckled. It was a pitchy, sinister sound. "Did I take your breath away? I apologize."

"No, not at all," you said breathlessly.

Something about this man seemed familiar. "From where are you visiting?" You asked.

He grinned, pointed incisors gleaming. "Family of the host."

Oh.

"You're Bumjoong's brother?"

He nodded and extended a gloved hand to you. "You can call me Hongjoong. Come, let me take you back to the ballroom." You groaned internally, not wanting to go back to the loud, sweaty room you had just escaped. But you had to be polite.

You took his hand in yours, wrapping your fingers around his. His hand was nearly the same size as yours, which was kind of charming. He led you to the ballroom, which was gargantuan in comparison to the already huge hall you had come from. Scarlet curtains adorned the massive windows, and amber lights framed the huge room. People whirled around in masses, and you already felt queasy.

Maybe your discomfort was visible, because Hongjoong tilted his head to look you in the eyes. "Such events aren't much to my taste either. But we shall converse to pass the time, yes? What's your name?"

You told him, and he spoke it aloud carefully, as though pronouncing a word from another language. "How melodious. It suits its owner." He ran his tongue across his pearly teeth absentmindedly. His skin was pale, but not with any rosy or golden undertones. His pallor was like milk. Almost like there was no blood running under the skin. His nose was small and sharp. His features were almost too perfect.

He noticed you examining him, and he smiled with his chin resting on one hand, revealing his pointed teeth once again.

You cleared your throat. "You know, there are rumors of your family being vampires," you remarked, holding back a cough.

"Is that so? What do you think about them?" He seemed truly interested.

"I think there are a lot of things I've yet to see in this world."

He laughed heartily at that. "Did you know vampire saliva has healing properties? Our ashes too, but I'd rather not deal with the implications of that option. I think it would be beneficial for me to demonstrate."

"Oh? Why?" The corners of his lips twitched up. "You're not feeling well, are you my dear?"

You feigned ignorance, but he was right. You were intensely feverish. "Perhaps I'm not feeling all that fit," you admitted.

"Then let me show you my theory."

Your brows twitched, a bit of feverish delirium surfacing. "How do I know you won't bite me?" You asked in a low voice.

"I guess you'll have to take a chance." And with that, his lips were on your neck. You gasped as his tongue drew a line from your clavicle to the crook of your neck, and his lips gently closed around a patch of flesh. His teeth grazed your skin, but true to his word, he never bit.

His arm looped around your waist as you sank to the floor in his arms, his rough tongue still lapping at your neck. Your eyes rolled back as he tenderly sucked you like a thick smoothie.

Within a few minutes, a cool sensation spread from the base of your neck through your body, and he rubbed your arm as you shuddered. Your wooziness faded gradually.

"Better?" He asked.

"Yes," you said.

Unfortunately, quite a few people were now staring at you.

Oops.

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requests are open!

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Cringetober day 1.

Heterochromia

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Sand

Nakami laid damp in the sand, powdery sediment sticking to his moisture laden skin. He rolled over, more of the pale powder trickling up his shirt sleeve and tickling his collarbone. The corner of his mouth lifted as he brushed the grains of sand away and rubbed the lethargic mist from under his glasses.

He slowly sat up and turned his head to see Magari's pale yellow towel crumpled and battered in crumbly sand, like a chicken wing about to be fried. Her striped slippers were scattered near the towel, sticking out from the sand.

Nakami smiled again at the thought of the bright girl. She was so optimistic, despite everything she had suffered through. Their shared sleep loss had made him notoriously cranky, but not her. Her cheery outlook was maintained through all their hardships. He really appreciated that about her.

Actually, where was she?

He looked around and saw a pajama clad figure curled up near the shore, the waves lapping over them gently. He scrambled up and nearly fell as he ran through the thick, wet sand. He crouched down next to the frail student and shook her. Idiot. How did she even fall asleep this close to the sea?

Magari yawned and shifted drowsily, her hair dense with chunks of mud. He plucked a tiny seashell out of her bun. This would be adorable if it wasn't also worrying.

"Magari, get up! The tide rose while we slept. You're soaked, you'll get sick."

The girl frowned with her eyes still shut. "I don't like being sick," she murmured, hand shifting over her chest.

Nakami grimaced. "I know, that's why you need to get up," he said gently. She nodded but continued lying there, chest moving up and down slowly and rhythmically. Nakami sat awkwardly for a moment before leaning over and placing a hand under her back and the other behind her knees.

"I'm going to pick you up now, okay?"

She yawned in response.

This shouldn't be too difficult. He braced himself and lifted with his lower back.

Ow. He wasn't used to carrying heavy things. Not that Magari was heavy- she was pretty light given her size. He shifted her in his arms and started walking back to his towel, setting her down on the grey fuzzy surface and wrapping it around her. He smiled to himself as he swaddled her like a baby and patted her pajamas dry.

Cute.

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Roasted chicken, ginger, daikon, shiitake mushroom soup with lime, cilantro, broccoli sprouts, and rice noodles

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people who don't wear glasses are so weird like you just wake up and your eyes are pussy fresh??